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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 18366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPF – Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/OFC, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta and for letting me use her computer/internet to stop me crawling up the walls!
Disclaimer: Benji Madden is a real person, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: She’s all tied up with no-where to go. And Benji Madden is teasing her mercilessly with a vibrator and his tongue…

She whimpers softly, struggling against her bonds, the metal shackles clinking as she tugs on them but they hold her fast to the wall: arms chained either side of her head, shoulder width apart; her legs in a frog tie, then roped tightly to the walls, keeping her legs spread and her crouched down.

Her eyes widen as Benji walks into view but something about him stops her from begging him to free her, biting down on her lower lip to stifle her whines as he merely tightens the ropes spreading her legs, forcing her onto tiptoe.

He nods in approval as she makes no sound, running one finger along her bare slit, smirking as she trembles, thrusting as best she can into his hand. He repeats the caress, fingers brushing teasingly over her clit until she cries out, her pussy growing wetter, her lips swelling with arousal.

Kneeling down in front of her, he grabs a breast with each hand, massaging them roughly, kneading them, pinching her nipples until she squeals, eyes bright with unshed tears, biting down on her lower lip in pain.

Kissing her tears away, Benji steps back, admiring her as she struggles for his benefit; hands curling and uncurling into fists, legs tugging futilely on the ropes.

Stepping forward again, he shows her the clamps he pulls from his pocket. She whimpers, shaking her head, pressing against the wall, trying to pull away from him as she once again crouches down in front of her. Ignoring her struggles and protests, his pinches one of her outer lips between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it until she squirms before clipping the rubber-tipped clamp to it.

She cries out, swearing as the second clamp is attached, her lips stretching downward, the blood rushing to them. Her breath comes in short sharp pants as she breathes through the pain, adjusting to the tight tugging sensation.

She looks up, meeting Benji’s eyes, the pride she sees reflecting in them encouraging her on and she nods, her lips parting as she gasps for breath, her eyes dilated black. He nods in return, a smirk playing on his lips as he quickly and deftly attaches weights to the clamps, her yelp of pain, and the bucking of her hips increasing his own arousal, erection pressing heavily against the crotch of his jeans.

One finger again rubs along her slit, toying with her clit before dipping inward, fucking her in short sharp thrusts until pleasure and pain meet and she’s rocking into his touch, moaning and whimpering wordlessly.

Her whimpers turn into a sharp gasp of pain as her bucking dislodges one of the clamps and it slides from her lip, falling to the floor with a crash, the blood rushing back to the abused flesh, bringing back feeling and pain. But before she has a chance to react, Benji reattaches the clamp, laughingly calling her his dirty little slut as he stands up and walks out of her eye line again.

The swaying weights tug down on her labia and she whimpers at the sensation, the metal shackles still holding her hands against the wall, her struggles only increasing the sway of the weights until her world shrank down, only the pain pleasure in her pussy existing, her arousal increased by the pain and the helplessness.

She moans, her head falling backwards against the wall and her eyes sliding shut as she accepts the sensations, her senses on edge, her skin in goose bumps, her nipples hard, aching and erect and her pussy throbbing and tingling.

Another moan escapes her, her legs trembling from fatigue. She longs to stretch them out but knows better than to ask Benji.

The thought of him sends another crash of desire through her and she opens her eyes to seek him out, in time to see a flogger coming down on her unprotected breast, the tails brushing over her oh-so-sensitive nipples. She cries out, automatically trying to pull away but held tightly in position as Benji repeatedly strikes her breasts until she’s undulating her chest, both arching into and pulling away from the blows, moaning and whimpering, crying out constantly.

The flogging stops as suddenly as it started and she slumps down as best she can, trying to relax in her bonds, her breathing slowing down, her pulse racing, her breasts red and even more sensitive than they were to start with, her pussy all but dripping with arousal.

Benji again appears before her, sitting cross-legged between her spread legs. He grins, one hand held behind his back as he runs a finger down her slit, rubbing at her entrance, giggling as once again she thrusts into his touch. His grin widens as he touches the vibrator to her clit.

Her reaction is instantaneous, a low loud moan as her body tenses, pressing down onto and against it. He increases the level of vibrations, her moan becoming a continual desperate animalistic keening as she rocks against the vibrator, desperate for the touch she needs to bring her to completion.

“Don’t you dare come,” he orders, slapping her face.

She whimpers in disbelief, pressing herself flat against the wall, trying to escape the touch of the vibrator but Benji follows her, one hand on her stomach as he runs the vibrator along the length of her slit, pressing it hard against her. Her cries grow louder and more desperate as she fights her pending orgasm, her body trembling and quaking, swearing loudly, desperate for release.

Arching and bucking against the wall, she cries out, tossing her head from side to side, unable to stop her hips from thrusting into Benji’s hand, her back arching, her hands in fists pulling as hard as she can against the shackles and ropes but they hold her still and fast, forcing her to submit to him, to his commands, to the vibrator.

A moan of pain is ripped from her, one of the clamps knocked off by her struggles, blood once again bringing pain back to the lip. Benji takes no notice, simply continuing to hold the vibrator against her clit, reminding her that she is not, under any circumstances, allowed to come.

“Fight it,” he instructs, pinching one of her nipples, watching impassively as she bucks and arches, panting for breath as white-hot desire crashes through her. She swears in a panted mantra, struggling to ward off her pending orgasm, thrashing against the wall as Benji keeps the vibrator pressed against her core, rubbing it along her slit, dipping it slightly inside before pulling out again and pressing it tightly against her clit once more.

Reaching between her legs, he removes the second clamp, dropping the weights to the floor, rubbing her labia between his fingers. Her cries and pants grow louder and more agonised as more pleasure is forced upon her, but still she holds herself back from the edge under his command, her body shaking both with the effort and with need.

She elicits a high pitched squeal as his fingers trail upwards under the vibrator, pinching her exposed and throbbing clit between thumb and forefinger, pinching and manipulating it until her hips undulate and buck into his hands, arching her back and thrusting her breasts at him.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, again increasing the speed of the vibrator, rolling it around her clit and pussy. “Don’t,” he repeats as she thrusts, bucks and arches, pulling hard against the ropes, alternately pressing down on, and trying to pull away from the vibrator, her body tense and thrumming with tension.

Desperately trying to close her legs, she turns her knees inward, trying to protect herself from the intense feelings; the ropes preventing her from shielding herself.

Swearing loudly, she twists against the wall, attempting to kick Benji, again thwarted by the ropes around her legs. Another series of high-pitched squeals and she’s trying to pull herself up, shaking and yelling, panting hard and loud, her body desperate for release.

“Did you just come?” Benji demands.

“No!” She gasps, twisting and turning as best as she can in her bonds.

“Beg for me.”

“Please let me come, please let me come,” she begs, tense against the wall, her eyes squeezed closed, her back bowed, the top of her head resting against the cool stone.

“No,” he laughs.

“Oh, please… please… please…” she moans and again he denies her with one word. “Oh fuck please! Oh God,” she cries out, her body tense as a bow as Benji continues to hold the vibrator against her, still denying her her much craved orgasm. “No!” She squeals desperately. “Please… please… please…” She whimpers as he starts kneading and pinching her breasts and nipples again, pressing her firmly against the wall, holding her further in place with one hand. “Oh shit! Please… please… please…”

“No,” he again replies simply.

“Oh fuck… damnit…. Oh!” She clenches her teeth together, her jaw set as she moans and gasps, begging and panting for breath, squirming against the wall and the vibrator and Benji’s roaming, teasing fingers. “Oh fuck! Fuck… fuck… Fuck, please let me come, let me come, let me come?” She pleads shrilly. “Please let me… oh fuck!”

Benji giggles, his roaming hand trailing upwards, covering her mouth and nose as he rocks the vibrator against her, her breath warm against his hand as he clamps it over her face.

Gasping for breath, she continues begging and pleading with him, nothing existing other than her body’s need for orgasm and her struggle to keep it at bay until he gave her permission.

“Ok, you can come,” he eventually agrees, his hand pressing lightly against her throat, laughing at her cursing mantra, hips thrusting forward, stretching the ropes as she shakes with the force of her orgasm, her wails growing louder and higher as she rides the crest of her pleasure, wave after wave crashing through her, Benji continuing to roll the vibrator along the length of her pussy.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh yes!” She squeals as he pinches her nipple hard, her breast arching up against his hand. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

Benji again covers her mouth with his hand, muffling her wordless yells as her body continues to orgasm, shaking with pleasure, her eyes growing wide as she struggles for breath under his fingers, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes as she bucks harder in her bondage.

Her wordless cries become a constant flow as Benji presses the vibrator back against her clit, two fingers sliding easily inside her. He pumps them in and out, hard and fast, rolling the vibrator around her clit, coaxing further screaming orgasms from her.

“No… no more,” she begs, trying once more to turn her knees inward, her clit so sensitive it’s almost impossible to tell the difference between pleasure and pain as the vibrator works against it. “Please, no more…”

“No?” Benji repeats, quirking one eyebrow.

“No,” she pleads. “No, no, no, no, no… please…” She leans forward, her knees hitting the floor in front of her. She closes them, forcing his hand away from her pussy, legs protecting herself.

“But I thought you wanted to come?” Benji asks innocently. “You begged me to let you come. Now spread your legs.” He pauses, waiting for her to obey. “I said spread your fucking legs!”

“I can’t,” she sobs, shaking her head violently, yelping as he forces her knees open, a slap to her inner thigh before removing the vibrator from her clit, placing it on the floor between her feet. He stands up and walks away, leaving her shaking and gasping, moaning and trembling, panting for breath as she slumps backward against the wall, held up by her bonds.

Stepping back into view, a distinct damp patch at the crotch of his jeans, Benji turns his attention to the ropes spreading her legs open, tightening them further, her knees forced into her armpits, legs spread wider than before, opening her pussy even more to him. He repeats the process with the other leg, running his hands down her exposed inner thighs before picking up the vibrator again. He grins as he switches it on.

“No… no more, please.” She begs but he pays her no mind, pressing the vibrator straight to her clit again, his fingers pulling the hood out of the way, the vibrator pressed directly to the bud itself. “Oh fuck!” She wails, too exhausted to even try to pull away, to rock against it. All she can do is cry out and hang there, unable to do anything but submit to the sensual assault, desperately begging Benji to stop.

“I can’t, I can’t…” she insists, pulling sharply against the ropes, kicking her legs out and sinking downwards, her buttocks hitting the floor as she collapses, the ropes no longer holding her up. “Oh fuck!” She pants, moaning and whining as Benji coaxes even more orgasms from her spent body.

Her cries grow more agonised as he drums the vibrator against her clit, the sensations driving her crazy as her body responds, shaking against the wall, still swearing, panting and pleading with him to stop.

Giggling, he slides the vibrator inside her for the first time, holding it in place with the palm of his hand, tapping her clit with one finger as she screams, hips bucking down against the vibrator, yelling another orgasm. Benji gently pulls the vibrator from her, sliding it in and out, quickly building a rhythm that has her rocking against him, her head rolling from side to side, biting down on her lower lip as she feels another orgasm brewing, her tired body struggling as it courses through her, shaking her as she rocks and bucks into Benji’s hand, muscles clamping down on the vibrator.

Pulling the vibrator out, he places it against her clit again, another desperate animalistic keen ripping from her at the change, her whimpers and moans fading with exhaustion, her head rolling to one side and resting on her shoulder, her body continually quaking as pleasure rushes through her.

“Just one more,” Benji promises, fingers pulling the hood back from her clit, holding the vibrator to the root of the bud, giggling at her instantaneous reaction, body tensing despite of how tired she is, screaming as she wriggles in her place, swearing at the top of her voice. “Good girl,” he praises her, kissing her deeply, discarding the vibrator. Reaching into his pocket, he quickly attaches weighted clamps to her nipples before hitting her pussy with a soft leather flogger, aiming the strands at her inflamed clit.

He aims the flogger upward, knocking off one of the clamps from her breast, instructing her to take off the other one or the flogging continues. He moves his aim back down to her pussy, watching in admiration as she jiggles her breasts, arching her back, brushing the clamp with her knee until it finally slides from her nipple, a yell of pain and satisfaction as she slumps down, pressing her hips backward against the wall, trying to escape the flogging.

“Ten more strokes,” he informs her, counting each one; every lash hitting her pussy harder until he stops, dropping the flogger to the floor, kicking it out of the way.

“Good girl,” he praises her again, groping her breasts as he kisses her, tongue sliding down her throat to kiss her aching nipples. “Good girl,” he repeats, constantly praising and touching her as he unties her from the wall, catching her as she falls forward. He wraps his arms around her, picking her up, her legs going around his waist as he carries her across the room to their bed, laying her down. “Did you enjoy that?” He asks, quickly stripping off before lying down next to her.

She sighs contentedly as she curls into his warm, naked body. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she admits, brushing her hair from her face, a wide grin on her face. “That was fucking incredible,” she purrs, her eyelids growing heavy. “Thank you,” She kisses him, whining softly as she stretches out along the bed, her aching limbs heavy as she slides into sleep, Benji’s arms tightly around her.
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